Quotes About Emotion

Tears..." Pho-Poh told Mrs. Lim, as if her friend instead had asked the question. "... tears save us from damnation.

Poetry presents the thing in order to convey the feeling. It should be precise about the thing and reticent about the feeling, for as soon as the mind responds and connects with the thing the feeling shows in the words; this is how poetry enters deeply into us.

I look at you Across those fires and the dark.

o rir é, no fim de contas, uma variante de chorar...

My heart stopped. It just stopped beating. And for the first time in my life, I had that feeling. You know, like the world is moving all around you, all beneath you, all inside you, and you're floating. Floating in midair. And the only thing keeping you from drifting away is the other person's eyes. They're connected to yours by some invisible physical force, and they hold you fast while the rest of the world swirls and twirls and falls completely away.

Somehow the silence seemed to connect us in a way like words never could.

What he did to my heart was sheer, inexplicable, magic.

Then I saw Juli. She was two tables away from me, facing my direction. Only she wasn't looking at me. She was looking at Jon, her eyes all sparkly and laughing. My heart lurched. What was she laughing about? What were they talking about? How could she sit there and look so... beautiful? I felt myself spinning out of control. It was weird. Like I couldn't even steer my own body. I'd always thought Jon was pretty cool, but right then I wanted to go over and throw him across the room.

Be joyful because it is humanly possible.

We cry coming into the world, as everyone around us laughs with joy. And we laugh with joy leaving this world, when everyone around us cries." ? Wendy Corsi Staub, Awakening

Without the color, I don't know how to proceed. I'm lost in shades of gray.

The pain hits me in thick black waves. I scream loud enough to wake the dead... only it doesn't.

Sounds painful, but the lady on the bottle is smiling

and then I scream loud enough to wake the dead... but it doesn't.

Then he took one look around the room, dropped his briefcase with a thud, and burst into tears.

Once Thorne woke with his hand on Kris's hip, his fingers caressing up and down the curve at the top of his buttock. He cupped it protectively and fell back to sleep.

I meant lucky to have someone who loved him so much that he would go to such lengths to ensure he would never have another mate." Kris's chin nearly touched his chest and his lovely brown eyes closed. "To be loved that much—wow.

I have had lovers look at me many ways," Malory observed. "But never the way you're looking at me now." "How"? "As if you are dreaming awake.

Thorne had to bite down hard on his tongue to keep from reacting to all the golden hair that tumbled down onto the man's shoulders.

The sweetest I've ever experienced. The very air of you," he said. "I must—must-

If you were to touch a hot stove and burn your hand, but later were made to forget how you got the burn, your body would still have the fear of being burned. Only it would not be activated only by hear, or a red-hot burner on a stove. It would come and go at its leisure, and you would have no idea how to stop it.

Pero es que la palabra «amor» pertenece a la esfera del arte, no a la de la ciencia. Cada persona puede describirlo con distintos términos y sentirlo a su manera. Por amor habrá quien llore y quien sonría. Quien se enfade y quien se ponga triste. Quien se excite y quien esté tan satisfecho que el amor le dé sueño.

She'd heard once that shaping your lips into a smile whether you meant it or not made your words sound happier.

A little sentence can contain a big story.